Page 97 of Beneficial Misfortune

My eyes snap back to him of their own accord, and I see the approval that shines in them.

“Lie back and get comfortable, my Queen. We’ll be in this bed for the rest of the weekend.”

Weekend? I thought we were only going to be gone for the night.

I move up the bed to lie back on the pillows with every intention of asking him about it, but before I can, he’s moving across the room, toward a chair in the far corner. He easily hoists it up into his arms before walking back to the end of the bed, where he places it down. He drops back into it, somehow still finding a way to look every bit the billionaire businessman despite his lack of clothes. His eyes quickly find mine across the bed, and the weight of his gaze alone is enough to leave me squirming. Biting my lower lip, I press my thighs together in what I hope is a subtle enough way that he doesn’t notice.

Of course he does, though. It’s as if I’d shouted it from the rooftops. His eyes dart down to my thighs. His pupils blow wide as he sits back, rubbing his hand over the very clear erection that’s straining to be free from his boxers.

Whatever I’d been about to say is long forgotten now.

“Take off your underwear for me, my Queen,” his voice is low and husky and goes right to my vagina as if a string attaches them. It would be pathetic if I could bring myself to care, but unsurprisingly, the only thing that seems to matter to me right now is the sexy as fuck man in the chair sitting across from me.

I move to do as he said, not only eager to please but worried I’ll lose my nerve if I hesitate. I’ve never done this kind of thing before. The most engaging sex I’ve ever had was with Alex and Desmond; other than that, it was just taking our clothes off and having sex. No buildup like this or intense foreplay. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but it’s going to take some time to get used to.

“Slower.”

I pause with my thumbs hooked in the waistband before trying again, this time paying attention to how I move. With mythumbs still hooked around the lacy material, I gently and slowly begin pushing them down, lifting my ass off the bed enough to free them. Usually, I would just kick them off now, but knowing he’s looking for a show, I slowly lift my knees, pushing them up to the top and letting gravity take them down to my ankles, leaving my pussy on full display. Something he doesn’t miss. His eyes are laser-focusing, and I see the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.

“Now, your bra,” he says, and I watch as his hand moves down to grip his cock through the fabric of his boxers. My embarrassment at being on display is suddenly forgotten as I wish he was bare as well.

“Kat.” His voice reminds me he gave me an order, and I quickly reach behind my back to undo my bra as my cheeks damn near catch fire. I struggle for a moment before I get it and almost groan in annoyance. I’ve worn a bra for so long you’d think I’d be better at this.

Remembering his request for me to go slower with my panties, I do the same with my bra, slowly pulling it down my arms before I let it drop onto the bed beside me. I’m completely bare on the bed now. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to look up, that is, until I hear movement at the foot of the bed.

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance up to find him standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes find mine the second I look up, and he holds my gaze, as if daring me to look away.

Of course, I don’t. I don’t think I could if I wanted to; I’m lost in his gaze, so lost that it takes him bending damn near in half before I realize what he’s doing.

“Stay.”

I freeze. I didn’t even realize I was moving until he said something. I fall back onto my butt in the center of the bed and wait impatiently for his next directions while also trying not to seem too eager to see him naked.

I’m pretty sure I do a terrible job, though, because he looks all too pleased with himself as he slowly stands back up, taking his precious time to reveal himself to me.

I gasp out loud, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth when he’s finally standing, and I see him in all of his glory.

No fucking way.

“You didn’t think I’d let Desmond have all the fun, did you? After all, where do you think he gets that wild streak from?” Most parents would say that kind of thing about getting a cool color streak in their hair or one of those little matching tattoos with their kids.

Not matching dick piercings!

I watch as he reaches down to grip his cock at the base, pumping it slowly so that I get to see the underside completely.

I guess they don’t match exactly. Whereas Desmond has multiple barbells up the underside of his cock, Nathan only appears to have the one right below the tip. I can’t bring myself to care, though, because while piercings might be new territory for me, I can promise they are most welcome. I’m not picky about the style or placement.

My gaze is glued to his cock. It’s thick and long and might just be the biggest I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to know for sure when he’s so far away and the other two aren’t here, but I’m pretty sure.

Maybe one of these days, I can get them to let me measure them all, just for the sake of knowing. Though that might be a bad idea, I don’t want to make it a competition, and I can totally see Desmond making it just that.

Nathan climbs up onto the bed on his knees, and it takes everything in me to stay where I am. He’s released his cock, but that doesn’t really matter. He’s so damn hard it stands damn near straight up, letting me see the barbell and the drip of precome that beads from his slit down the underside of his head toward it.

He reaches down, swiping the drop away with his thumb before beckoning me toward him with a simple curl of his finger.

I should be embarrassed by how quickly I move, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. I’m so on edge I might explode if he doesn’t touch me soon, and honestly, even when he does, I still might.

Raising to my knees, I match his stance, though there’s still a bit of distance between us. Nathan doesn’t seem to mind, though. Looking down at me, he doesn’t hesitate to reach out and press his thumb into my mouth. It takes me a second to catch on, but when I do, I quickly swirl my tongue around his thumb, enjoying his salty taste.

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